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humpter dumpter - turd blossom lyrics

blew his top back
upped my pole and finished that boy off
because he talked back
double down yo words b+tch
i don’t wanna hear you backtrack
i been cruising with that .44 up in my knapsack
you know that i pack straps
i don’t ever lack straps

i came in like rap jehovah
im the type to run it back and
f+ck you over
then i get yo girl and turn that b+tch around
and bend her over
i can kick yo ass cos you be popping pills
i’m cali sober

wipe you off the earth and leave yo mama cryin
la llorona
i ain’t wanna do him dirty
sh+t got hot like arizona
ima leave y’all ass alone if you don’t
post up at my home
and if you think that sh+t is sweet
i’m gonna smoke you like a stoner
blew his top back
upped my pole and finished that boy off
bеcause he talked back
doublе down yo words b+tch
i don’t wanna hear you backtrack
i been cruising with a .44 up in my knapsack
you know that i pack straps
i don’t ever lack straps

f+ckin on yo b+tch but i ain’t cuff her
had to let her go
but not until i put the cream between like it’s some oreos
they ask if i got guns on me i said
i got a lot of those
you ask too many questions
might riddle you with bullet holes

f+ck it up, i’ll ride down all yo blocks
and turn my bass up
then switch the sh+t and get you with my beam
that tear yo face up
gonna break into yo house and tear that whole
entire place up
mask on my sh+t my sheisty hide my ass
the cops can’t trace up
blew his top back
upped my pole and finished that boy off
because he talked back
double down yo words b+tch
i don’t wanna hear you backtrack
i been cruising with a .44 up in my knapsack
you know that i pack straps
i don’t ever lack straps

i’m built to run it back b+tch boy i’m ford tough
gonna wreck yo sh+t
tear up the block and take down every shooter in yo clique
i’m with the sh+t i got a stick on me i park yo ass indefinite
i call you richard connell cos the game
you playin’s dangerous

i blew his top back (my bad)
upped my pole and finished that boy off
because he talked back (ou)
double down yo words b+tch
i don’t wanna hear you backtrack
i been cruising with a .44 up in my knapsack (i have)
you know that i pack straps
i don’t ever lack straps

let the opps know where i’m at
i hope they come air out the place
i’ll tear em up
then throw a bunch of acid in they mama face
ain’t british but i’ll do em
tea’d the f+ck up like we dumpin cases
in the boston harbor with yo homie
that’s his only trace
hit em with this dark sh+t
caught yo homie walking lone at night
i frightened that boy badly
now he runnin out of sight
i hit him with this knife
up in the jugular
i beat him with 6 bowling pins
like i’m a juggler
haha!

blew his top back
upped my pole and finished that boy off
because he talked back
double down yo words b+tch
i don’t wanna hear you backtrack
i been cruising with a .44 up in my knapsack
you know that i pack straps
i don’t ever lack straps

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